Soul Rapage

Chapter 2

Bekki sat glaring at the hospital baby bed capsule thing in which her sweet soul rape baby slept soundly. The door creaked open and she turned her gaze to Lenni, sneaking in to keep her company after visiting hours. Jazz had kindly given up her I.D, ("How did you get Jazz's parent's pass?" "She gave it to me!" "I did notice she wasn't watching her bag very carefully," "Same! It was her own fault!") which Lenni had used to get past the inquisitive but strict nurses.

"What are you going to do, love?" Lenni asked, taking a seat beside her friend.

Bekki glanced at her looking hopeless then away, her eyes drawn back to the spawn in the crib. "I don't know... what does anyone do with an unexpected soul rape baby?"

"...I'm not sure that situation has come up too many times."

"Yeah, I suppose not," Bekki sighed. "I just don't know what to do with it."

Lenni smiled weakly, "Well, you could try to make the best of it, like Aubrey and Erin..."

"...Or not, y'know. That's always an option," Bekki said dryly, glaring. "I'm not up to being a mother; I can't just 'make the best of it,'"

Lenni shrugged, "I don't know what to tell you then... adoption maybe? You could see if any of the Purple Mafia wants a kid... you might get lucky that way,"

"I could give the kid to Clare as a Christmas present... with a fairy costume."

"Don't be cruel, Bekki," Lenni tutted, "We could always kill it, I suppose," she added idly.

"Yes, I was pretty tempted when they first gave it to me..." Bekki admitted without remorse, she knew Lenni knew she'd been somewhat serious.

Meanwhile, Erin and Clare clung to one another, enthralled by a small baby monitor linked to the hidden one Clare had placed in Bekki's room.

"Being raised as my child isn't a fate worse than death, is it, Erin?" Clare whispered in a small voice, clinging to Erin rather more inappropriately than the situation warranted.

"Uh, I don't know, Clare, I don't think so... but if this is how you touch your children then maybe," Erin said uncomfortably, before clearing her throat slightly, "You've never read young children lemons, have you, dear?"

"NO!" Clare exclaimed, horrified, being shushed as they missed something said through the baby monitor.

A rustle was heard then a sigh and a muffled, "Okay, let's do it,"

Clare and Erin stared, their breath catching in their throats and their eyes widening in terror. They looked at one another and bolted for the door, sprinting to Bekki's room to the yells of the nurses and swats of an angered janitor's mop.

They burst into the room panting and stared, ready to behold a horrific sight, only to find the curtain around the bed in their way. They pulled it back to find the... Lenni and Bekki making out?

"Guys?!"

Lenni jumped, flinging herself back from where she was on top and stumbling as she stared at Erin and Clare, "Holy shit, I thought you were the nurse!" she exclaimed.

Bekki was hurriedly straightening her mussed pillows, sheets and clothes guiltily under the intent watch of Clare.

"Um, could we please have a little privacy, loves?" Bekki asked, keeping her eyes down. Erin nodded immediately backing out and grabbed a stunned and staring Clare on the way, heading back out to apologize to the staff.

"Shit that was close," Lenni whispered, "You think they bought it?"

"Yeah... how'd they know we were gonna smother the little brat?" Bekki asked in return, dropping to her knees to peer under the bed.

"Here," Lenni said, "Baby monitor... those twisted freaks."